The Beauty's Dawn of the Climbing Aspiration-Heart
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The grain filled my hands

I, a poor shepherd, did lovingly reach
with compassion
toward starving and hungry flock.

The mountain majesty made little-to-do
of my kindness-sharing-act.

"I bless Thee,"
said the space twixt yonder valley and tow.
"May Thy life be full of sweetness, and..."

The streams listened, gurgling circumvented.
The grass whispering wind's
anticipation.

"Love." Grew the word in Her golden blossomed heart.

-December 2015

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